Luyện nghe bài hát Y'All Know the Name featPharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz

"Uh.uh.uh.baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

{Pharaohe
is masterful, classical, material wax, imperial tactics
Black I master, traps that collapse backwards
All access, passes without practice
Hit em, then I'ma shit on em and spit on em, and faxes
Maximum amount (uh) not the
The oratal rock chop Florida Seminole
Subliminal raps make criminals act bitch
Instrumental in the most pinnacle rap shit
Got Toni Braxton lookin collapsin
My beats get to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin
Dominant X-Men conference like
Backslap rap actors to get a reaction
My venom rips tennaments up then I'ma shit
Then I'ma flip, administer on this next shit
Deejays collect tips from then hit the exit
at they show the front row, usually gettin
The X shit...

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The forever gon' win. you out there?"

Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, it
You wanna get to my level but you hustle enough
Any attempts at touchin my stuff and I'm you up
I'm sick of weak shit winnin, nigga yo' rhymes ain't
The life is a bitch, seem like everybody cop blockin
The shotclock is out, gunnin out the police
I the teeth of any nigga with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, to Los Angeles and ask for me

Deck}
Yo castastrophe, can match me, naturally nasty
Manually smash ya
assault and battery
Sparatically at the capacity crowd and cause casualties
Street savy, niggaz blast me out the
Groupie chick wish she have me
XE in of me, hit like a daquiri
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya still latchkey

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with hands"

I got my man Roc on the slash and cut
Rob Swift you at son, the "What What"
Sinister make em - now we to go
but not least, total eclipse (Whatchu don't know?)
I got a question, who can see him? I know
But whatever I play, you know that gon' flow
Shit we mastered the feat, you bring us (what)
Y'all could crap if y'all was doin that shit with fingers
Come on black, we in the of Fame
Got ya in our crib on the Wall of Shame
I emcees to wanna murder me (what)
Cuz when we open up and cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X?
Here's some nigga take yo' ass back to doin parties
You're better off if somebody ya
And change ya to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. gon' win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

*Redman's vocal dog